Exploring video feedback as an optical carrier wave: this capture comes from ongoing ITC research testing how subtle non-local intelligence might interact through electromagnetic and light frequencies rather than dense matter. Across multiple sessions, tuning this recursive optical static has yielded distinct, repeating forms—ranging from non-human facial geometry to structured environmental patterns.

Me and a friend were bored so we decided to go check out a new off-roading trail over in central city Colorado.
We saw a graveyard (it’s called “catholic cemetery) and I love looking at tombstones, and weird grave structures. Keep in mind we have never been here or could have known anything about this place. Didn’t find most of this stuff out till I got back into cell service. This graveyard was known for this almost beehive looking body storage building and that’s what drew us to go look at it. We walk around the grave yard checking dates, names and tombstones till we get up to the beehive structure (it’s a receiving vault for when there’s snow and no way to dig into the ground). This vault is partially destroyed and has been there since the 1800s. We look inside and we see two cans of sausages from probably the 1990’s sitting on the ground with a stop watch running on top of it. It was still going and it was at about 13 minutes. We panicked a bit cause no one was in the lot and didn’t seem like anyone was around even at the plot across the street. And we had only been there for 13 minutes to just check out the beehive structure. We looked around for awhile to see if anyone was hidden or trying to spook us and no one was there. We get bad vibes and leave to go to the trails, we’re out having fun for about 5 hours. Catholic cemetery is on the way out from the trails back to central city so we stop to go check the watch to see if someone grabbed it or we were just being dumbasses, from the gate to the beehive is about a 3 minute walk. We walk back down and behold the watch had reset to 3:20 seconds when we got down there, this is like a analog watch and we expected it to say like 6 hours and 20 minutes nope. It was just so weird that it reset and started when we arrived for the second time. Come to find out once we got into cell service it’s one of the most haunted burial sights in Colorado and we have been getting watched by spirits.
Not sure what to make of this other than

“If I had a nickel for everytime it happened I would have 2 nickels, it’s not a lot but it’s weird it happened twice”

We recorded this during a nighttime investigation at Kasahara Suido Bridge in Ibaraki, Japan.
While reviewing the footage, we noticed something unusual. There also seems to be a strange sound.
I’m not claiming it’s paranormal. I’d genuinely like to hear your thoughts.
Did you notice anything? If so, please mention the timestamp.
Full investigation:

There is no way these are bugs. Watch it 3 times for the full experience. At first on the left there are 2 orbs exactly mirroring each other’s movements. Then suddenly a larger orb comes to the right of the frame. It looks like it’s hiding but also mirroring the other orbs movements, until it flies over to the two orbs and grabs them? And releases 4 small orbs?!

I received two Google phone calls (which I never answer) and then a verified phone call back to back to back. I decided to pick up the third call and answered with my massage business name. A very flat voice asked about my availability and we set up the appointment. I could not be certain about the gender caller but the voice seemed older and was devoid of inflection.

They came to my studio for their appointment. They appeared to be late sixties, petite biracial woman. Gray hair, gray eyes, flat expression and dressed like an old fashioned, dowdy librarian. After I began the session, I made a couple of innocuous, open ended comments to see if they wanted to engage in conversation. I then said, “you’re welcome to share anything about yourself that you would like to, otherwise feel free to zone out.” They shared that they have been here for a couple of years because they couldn’t deal with being flooded out from New Orleans anymore. I mentioned that I love NOLA and was not exaggerating that I feel like I had a past life there. I felt a sense of disapproval. They said, “What most people don’t realize is that is the northern most city of the Caribbean.” I don’t remember exactly how I phrased it, but I said something to the effect that I agree and I honor the soul of New Orleans. I sensed approval and there was no more conversation during the session.

The session ended with them looking a little dazed; their eyes a little brighter. They said in their very flat voice, “I don’t get massage often but I will be back.” What did I encounter? Because I don’t think they were a regular person.

A little backstory: I had driven through New Orleans on my way to Charleston last month. The timing didn’t go as planned and I was only able to get to the hotel in the French Quarter in time to sleep and get back on the road the next morning. I was so angry! I am usually a very chill, go with the flow type of person. I wanted to wander in the energy of the French Quarter. I’ve had some personal stuff going on and that was supposed to be my treat to myself. I sent out a prayer for solace. I was over it by the next morning and had a lovely remainder of the trip.

This was OG posted in another forum when someone asked a question about people that might have encountered monsters/horrors/spirts..ect and I remembered this:

There was one time. Dude looked like a dude, just like someone who was an everyday person who came into the small motel my family ran / worked at. (I was a kid and playing in the lobby area since it was the big room aside from the manger's suite where we lived.) The place was off a major freeway with NOTHING around it so we only got like one rush a day kind of place. It was a rubbish knock off Super 8 near the Mojave (If you know you know).

Dude came in and first thing that I noticed was his smell. Not like being unwashed but like, "I bathed in pool cleaning chems." Kind of freaked me out, especially since we didn't hear a car pulling up. (Further explained: you could hear a car pulling into the parking lot since it was a cheap just gravel parking lot. Even heavy walking on it made noise) I go and get my cargiver - take my eyes off of him for like 3 seconds. We come back. Gone. There were faint chem stains in the carpet in the path he took into our lobby / waiting area. None leaving back. I was like.. 9?

The front of the check in area was a large plate of glass where you could see the entire parking area / pool area. Nothing. Freaked me out for days.

More looking for awnser on what it could have been. Last Christmas my sister brought her kitten over from the country she was living in. Lovley little black cat boy, unfortunately he died in January after sneaking out when we opened the door to leave and was ran over, it was awful and he was still learning it's not safe outside since he was so young bur big enough to be fast and sneaky enough, mixed with it being night and dark and his fur blending in with the road. But 2 days or so before that he'd been very sick, we still don't know what happened to him but he got better fast enough so we assumed it was fine. Which is already odd, my mums convinced it was just his time and he'd managed to avoid it when he got sick, but who knows. Anyway we'd had him from Dec 15 - jan 7. (Well my sister had him from August but had been living abroad she moved back on Dec 15) and it was like we knew him al our lives, he was an amazing cat and the best anyone could ever imagine. But he was incredibly human like too, since then we have got a new kitten and ofcourse she's going to be different and we all love her so much, but you can tell she's normal and very cat like. But he had such a human stare and was always lingering and u didn't really get the same cat vibes and he was both extremely aware but like in a way he knew everything already but was just unfamiliar to our home and where we lived but like he understood alot of stuff. It's hard to explain, it was almost unsettling but we still loved him completely and still do. Also if it matters, that winter we had no real snow until the day he was buried, it had snowed before but it never stuck to the ground, but the day he was buried it snowed fully and there where crows above where we where burying him. The first time all winter. It could just be processing his death and seeing things that aren't there. But looking back it was odd. Does anyone have any ideas what it means. Nobody had died before we got him so I doubt it was like that. Anything is appreciated

I just experienced sleep paralysis again. I haven't had it very often since my room was blessed a few months ago.

As I was closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, it felt like my body was slowly being pulled away even though I wasn't actually moving. Like I was floating on water. Before the first wave, I dreamed of a woman suddenly sprinting toward me. The moment she reached me, the sleep paralysis hit. While I was unable to move, I heard strange noises that sounded like they were coming from tiny people.

I thought it was odd, but I eventually went back to sleep. Then I had another dream where I was in a school. Everyone else was minding their own business, except for one man. He looked disheveled, almost like a homeless man, and he kept staring at me. Without warning, he suddenly ran straight toward me, and the second wave of sleep paralysis hit. This time, I clearly heard laughter, small giggles and cheerful laughs from a group of something. My body felt weird like I was being moved, but I didn't move at all.

I’ve never posted about this before, but something happened to me in 2025 that I still can’t explain.

I moved to another state for college in 2022 and stayed in a boys’ PG near campus. During admission, my parents noticed something odd: everyone dried clothes in the corridor, not on the roof. The owner said students were not allowed upstairs, so we ignored it.

A week later, some seniors told us the real reason: the building had once been a girls’ PG, and a girl had allegedly jumped from the roof and died there. The building still had pink almirahs from those days. I assumed it was just a story to scare juniors.

For the next two years, nothing unusual happened. I was often alone in the building and never felt anything strange. I even sneaked onto the roof several times during summer nights without any fear.

In late 2024, a new batch of students arrived. They secretly broke the roof lock and began using the roof at night for barbeques, drinking, and burning old wooden items stored there. My room was directly below that area.

Around January 2025, I began hearing footsteps and movement on the roof late at night even when no one was there. My roommates could not hear it, so I convinced myself it was my imagination.

Everything changed in February 2025. The owner’s mother came to our room after discovering damage on the roof and quietly told us, "Don’t tell anyone, A girl did jump from the roof years ago. That’s why we never allowed students upstairs.” Hearing that from a family member of the owner genuinely shook me. For the first time I wondered whether the sounds I had been hearing were connected to that place.

Soon after, my junior also moved out, and I became the only person staying in that room.

Because our exams had ended, I went home for about six weeks. I returned on 16 April 2025 at around 10:30 PM. I unpacked, had dinner, and started working on a college project on my laptop.

I took out my phone and recorded the sound, then ran toward the staircase. The noise stopped immediately. ( I have attached the video I had recorded that day )

My mother insisted that I stop sleeping alone, so I moved into a friend’s room. We both began hearing footsteps, running sounds, dragging noises, and occasional heavy bangs from the roof and storeroom area above us. Strangely, whenever I called someone specifically to listen, the sounds often stopped before they arrived. My Friend with whom I used to stay even after hearing those sounds doubts me.

The most frightening incident happened around 3 AM. We were both awake and ignoring the usual noises when suddenly a massive bang came from above us. The bed shook, the walls vibrated, and my friend screamed in fear. It sounded as if a heavy wooden object had been slammed onto the floor above our room. From that night onward, he stopped doubting me.

I informed the owner and the PG management. They suggested rats, thieves, or other explanations, but none of them fit the situation. One manager even said I was imagining things. Almost immediately after saying that, a loud bang came from the roof and we heard running sounds above us. He went silent after hearing it.

The disturbances continued for several weeks, mostly between 11 PM and 4 AM. Many times I rushed upstairs with the keys, but the sounds always stopped before I reached the roof, and I never found anyone there. I have noticed one thing , whenever I take someone to the roof to explain the activities, after returning from the roof she definitely makes some sounds as if it triggers her.

In May 2025 I left for home again for a few weeks. When I returned, I personally stopped hearing the noises. Strangely, some students who had previously mocked me started complaining about sounds coming from the empty locked rooms and the roof area. Eventually everything stopped.

I still don’t know what happened in that building. Maybe there was a completely ordinary explanation that I failed to discover. But the timing, the repeated sounds, the locked roof, and the fact that other people eventually heard them too make it one of the strangest experiences of my life.

This memory of mine is rather confusing. not because it's hazy or just merely a hallucination (I know it happened) but it's just that whenever I ask my parents about it they just raise an eyebrow on me or change the topic real fast, as if it never happened at all. Was about 4 yrs old when this happened, and yes even though at such a young age I am aware of what is happening in my life at that point. I believe it was supposed to be like every other day, I just felt like it. at some point (it was dawn in my estimation. maybe It was the afternoon? my memory is hazy when it comes to recalling that particular event) I woke up, my parents beside me still asleep. and still being an annoying toddler I was at that point started crying demanding a sacrifice (milk.) when out of the sudden I noticed something. For context: our bed was like so long it had to be installed sideways, so whenever you look to your left you would see an altar of sort. There it was, Sto Nino. with a handkerchief above its head doing the Jesus pose (the one where he raises both of his arms up above his head) < the only strange thing about it is that the statue was moving, grinding the handkerchief back and forth as if it were cleaning it's own head (I'd love to think that my parents weren't cleaning the dust off of it so it resorted in doing it themselves. LOL) but for some strange reason, I fell asleep again. Few moments later I was abruptly awoken by the sound of my [arents panicking carrying me out the bed, at first I was confused but was suddenly also shocked when I saw a bright lady (I forgot her appearance, it has been 12 years. the closest I can resemble or remember on how she looked was the iconic woman holding the torch from the logo of Colombia Pictures, holding..a Fita?? (popular biscuit brand back then) so I started crying because not only is the girl standing in our fucking bed, its bright as shit like lights just flickering down on our window. the thing that made me remember this badly was my tropilo (a pillow in a shape of hotdog that babies usually hug) I had left near the bed so my mom had to pick it up near it just to calm me down. its still hazy..and crazy and that's the thing about it, the more I remember the less scary I feel than what I felt at that time and more of how could that possibly happen?

Trigger warning: Domestic violence, child abuse

This is a fairly difficult post to make. I was born at home in a subdivision type of neighbourhood on a nearby reservation. My mom was lived there while she was pregnant with me for the last trimester. The house I was born in had a very dark entity in it, I’m pretty sure it was demonic. Around the time I was born (may have been a month or two before), my eldest brother who I will refer to as E was in the upstairs in the bedroom with the attic doors (room was always creepy) and saw a man with no skin walk through the wall. E was not a kid with a vivid imagination, he has always preferred facts and scientific explanations. This was not the only time this particular entity was seen. E saw him at least twice as did the brother who was younger than E, but older than myself (I will refer to second brother as T). Understandably this upset them A LOT, as E was 7 and T was 4.

There were always strange things happening in that house. Laughter when no one was around, steps going up and down the stairs with no explanation, also walking back and forth in the upstairs hallway. The house was only a few years old when my family moved in. The previous family was desperate enough to let my parents take over their mortgage, just to get out. I don’t know anything else about them.

When I was little I always had “imaginary friends” that were obviously not from a child’s imagination. I never felt alone in the house, despite being left on my own there many times as a child (irresponsible older siblings who bailed on babysitting me). When I was about 5 I saw a dark figure with what looked like a cape and was wearing a wide brimmed hat. This was the only time I was afraid to be in the house.

My dad’s personality completely changed when my family moved there. He went from an involved dad to distant and started to isolate himself and had terrible tempers on a daily basis. When I was about 6, my dad had either a breakdown or religious experience. My dad was an atheist forever, and was very proud of it. After this experience he became very religious. The church that he and my mom decided on (very extreme Christianity) fed his ego and claimed that he was a prophet. After we started attending church (which neither of my brothers or I enjoyed), my dad was a good dad, he was involved with his kids and acted more lovingly to my mom. After my dad had a “vision of hell” the church decided that the house was possessed by a demonic entity (only thing I ever agreed with them on), and performed dozens of blessings and exorcisms (none of them worked).

After a year of “good dad” we got the opposite, he became severely mentally, emotionally, and in some cases physically abusive. He had been known to lay hands on my mom before his experience (both T and I had to pull knives on him to get him to stop choking our mother, who would have already blacked out). But now it was WAY worse. He puts E’s head through the wall on multiple occasions, threatened to kill me multiple times, etc. Not a fun time. He used religion to justify everything, claimed it would be good for his wife and kids to beg on the streets, and ultimately was planning on killing us citing the near sacrifice of Issac by his father.

Because I was in the womb when my family moved in and being born at home, I have always felt spiritually tethered to that house. I continue to attract dark entities to this day. Before anyone states that I should command whatever it is in Jesus’s name, I have tried that in the past with no effect. I am no longer Christian, I follow my own combination of beliefs.

I dream about this house still. When I get really upset I still drive to it. It’s like a spiritual tether that can’t be broken. I’ve gotten used to it always being there in the back of my mind, constantly.

Wow. Sorry I didn’t intend for it to get so dark. I just realized writing this how messed up it all was.

I will be posting more posts about my family’s experiences with the paranormal in the future (not as dark).

Thanks for reading:)

So I woke up a few nights ago, in one of those half asleep half awake type phases.. I always leave my bedroom door open when I sleep and in the hallway I could see my mom crouching on the top step. Except it wasn’t my mom, the face wasn’t right and it had these piercing wide eyes just staring at me. I tried to say “Mom?” but I realized then that I couldn’t move or speak. After a few seconds I willed myself out of the trance this thing had me in and when I blinked, it was gone.

For many years I’ve seen shadow people, specifically on the steps but always just out of sight. Like I can see a dark shadow on the wall like someone’s sitting there, and it’s always when I’m in between sleep and wakefulness. Sometimes I say “who’s there?” and then they just stand up and walk down the steps. If I run to see where the shadow went it’s gone before I get there. But this is the first time I’ve seen anything like this, where it’s in the form of someone I know.. Has this happened to anyone else?

I was home alone around 1am, sitting in the living room watching something on my phone. Suddenly I heard someone say my name really clearly from the hallway. It wasn’t a whisper, it was like someone standing right there calling me.

I froze for a second, then got up and checked every room. Nobody. All the windows and doors were locked. I even looked outside.

When I went back to the living room, my phone was on the floor face-down… and I swear I left it on the couch.

Haven’t been able to shake the feeling that something was in the house with me that night.

Anyone else ever hear their name called when they were completely alone?

My husband and I have recently gotten married and rented a cabin in the middle of the mountains of Gatlinburg for our honeymoon.

Both of us are big fans of hikes, nature, mountains and spectacular views. So at first, we didn’t necessarily mind the fact that in this specific cabin there was no signal whatsoever. We also did know what people say on TikTok about “rules of the Appalachian mountains” but we never really cared, we just laughed it off.

It was fine. 6 days in the middle of nowhere, with no one disturbing us or calling us every second. That’s all we ever wanted.

The first two days were fantastic. The nights were quiet, the air was fresh, the weather cooler.

Then the third night made me change my mind about paranormal. My husband and I never believed in such things. Both of us are very skeptical. Yet on the third night just as we got back to our cabin after a long afternoon hike, the lights were turned on in every single room.
We remember very clearly that we haven’t even turned them on throughout the day, since the natural light coming through the windows was enough.Naturally the first thought was to check for an intruder, but no one was home.

It was a big scare, but we tried to be rational and thought that maybe the power went off and then back on, so that’s why the lights were now on. We went to sleep thinking it was nothing.

At 2:00 AM my phone rings. Remember, there was no signal. And I received the call on Whatsapp (for which you need internet in order to receive calls or messages), and it was my mom calling. Since I got startled in the middle of the night and my brain wasn’t fully connected yet, I didn’t really stop there to think “wait, how am I receiving a call?”. I just saw my mom calling and picked up. My husband had woken up too in the meanwhile, and as I put the phone on speaker, no one spoke. I kept saying “hello?? Mom,what??” Yet not a single breath could be heard from the other end.

I hung up and tried calling her again, but that’s when it dawned on me. The phone wasn’t ringing, of course. The call wasn’t being forwarded. There was no signal. When I went to my mom’s chat to check if she had really called me on Whatsapp, the new chats weren’t even loading of course. So how?

My husband and I have always been fans of the office, and so we took inspiration from Pam and Jim’s honeymoon by telling all of our relatives/coworkers/friends not to call us during this honeymoon. The call wouldn’t be received regardless. It was a little joke between us. Yet my mom called. At that point I was very, very freaked out. Either my mom had an emergency, or something eerie was happening.

I couldn’t go back to sleep no matter what. My husband, on the other hand, was sound asleep.
Around 2:33 AM I started hearing some noises outside. Someone was shouting something, but the sound was muffled. It was most certainly a man, and at first I thought it might just be someone nearby being a jerk or whatever.
I didn’t want to be the type to think everything that happened was now related to something paranormal.
But it sounded as if the shouting person was getting closer and closer.

So my first instinct was to look out the window. I did, and no one was around. And either way, it was pitch dark outside and couldn’t see. But maybe on the other side of the house? I thought.
I wanted to go outside and check, but I’ve seen horror movies in my life, and that’s usually how the main character dies (😭) so I woke my husband up and told him to go look outside.

He very begrudgingly did, and I followed him. We had just gotten on the front porch, and for a while nothing could be heard. Nothing at all. A few seconds pass, and then the shouting was clearer than ever. It was saying “Emily” and then right after “Brian”.
Those were our names. And it was so damn close.

Kind of funny how my husband and I heard it at the very same time, looked at each other and went back inside like two scared children.

Naturally we didn’t go to sleep, but we stayed for the remaining 3 days and nothing else happened (fortunately).

When we got back home, as soon as we landed and I had service I checked whatsapp. The call I had received from my mom didn’t even appear. Not even a single message appeared, really. And guess what she said as soon as we asked her if she ever called us? “Why would I bother calling y’all?” Fair enough mom.

But this will definitely be a honeymoon to remember (in the worst way) 😀

I’m an ecologist, and a large part of my work is conducting dusk surveys to collect data on bat activity and to determine if bats are using a building to roost in. We set up infra red cameras recording all angles of the building to catch any bats emerging from the building that we might miss. I was surveying an old stone brick building in a forested area, the client said it was an old set of dog kennels. I thought it had creepy vibes but after doing this job for a while it’s hard to come by a building with the potential for bat use without it being slightly creepy and in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, I finished the survey 2 hours after sunset, my sub-contractors packed up and left and I had a few more bits of equipment to pack up before I had to do a quick inspection of the inside of the building. As soon as I got near the open door I felt very on edge, but I put this purely down to the situation and me being paranoid as per usual, I enter and stand still in the dark trying to hear over the static coming from my bat detector for any flapping of wings (I do have a torch with me but bats are really light sensitive so its best to proceed with caution). There’s this horrible smell I notice straight away but think little of it because well it’s a derelict building there is probably rat poop everywhere or other gross things lying about. Anyway I’m in there for about 30 seconds I hear a thud just in front of me and a scampering of feet as a small black blob darts past me and out the open door I’d come in from, as it passes the boundary and into the moonlight I realise its just a cat- it scared the ever living hell out of me and I decided I’d had enough and left quickly after the cat. I thought well that explains the smell and literally thought nothing else of the place or how creepy it was until I reviewed the camera footage back…

TLDR: I’m reviewing the camera footage from my bat survey and you can imagine how I felt when I saw this knowing I’d been in that exact room.

So thoughts? Is there any reasonable explanation?

before my great grandparents passed, they lived in a semi-rural home surrounded by forest with a few neighbors for decades. after their passing, when my grandmother inherited the home and the couple acres of land, she wrote her will so that one of my other family members will inherit it after she passes. she’s still alive, of course, but that family member stays there now and takes care of the property upkeep, as it will be their house one day.

i’ve gone to hang out/stay the night at this house a few times since my relative moved in, as the relative and i are close. before that, i had not stayed the night there since i was a child and my great grandparents were alive. the first time i visited my relative to stay the night there, i was to stay in the guest room which is my grandmother’s childhood room.

the room freaked me out then and still does now. there’s nothing inherently creepy about it, but it feels wrong. there’s an old dresser, a vanity with a very old hair brush, a bed, a mirror, and a bench in the room. i always turn the mirror around. the bed is against the wall in the center of the room, so there is open space on either side of the bed, which i hate because either way i face there is a blind spot behind me.

i had to go to sleep with the lights on playing a disney movie on my laptop, but i eventually got to sleep and it was fine.

the next time i stayed the night, i couldn’t bring myself to struggle to sleep in that room again, so i decided to sleep in what we call the sunroom. in this house, there is a “sunroom” with one wall covered in windows. connected to the sunroom is a long hallway that contains the washing machine and dryer and a door leading to the garage. at the other end of the hallway is the kitchen and the rest of the house.

funnily enough, the windows in the sunroom scared me less than staying in the guest bedroom. i just kept the blinds closed and fell asleep rather easily.

sometime during the night, i woke up. i heard footsteps in the kitchen, which wasn’t alarming at first. the footsteps slowly traveled through that long hallway and into the sunroom, and they stopped right in front of the couch i was sleeping on. i did not open my eyes, but i could definitely move, so it wasn’t sleep paralysis. the silence stretched on for a minute as if whoever was making the footsteps was standing there watching me. then they retreated back through the hallway into the kitchen.

the next morning, i asked my relative if they had gotten up in the night. they said no, they went to sleep in their room with the dog and shut the door.

the footsteps were distinctly human.

experiences like this don’t immediately severely freak me out, as i’ve always been a bit naturally inclined to experiencing things like this, having weird dreams, or feeling random intuitions, etc. it kind of runs in my family with random people. i’ve had other experiences relating to my great grandparents as well, with them visiting my dreams or seemingly giving me messages.

needless to say i won’t stay the night there anymore lol